Killing One Innocent a Day

"I think she's broken her wrist," Niko whispered to his sister, carrying the sleeping Indy to Loveday, who was already climbing into her swag.

Loveday climbed back out of her sleeping bag and fetched a lamp, holding it over the sleeping woman's left arm.

"Hell. With that level of swelling and bruising, it's almost certainly broken," whispered Loveday. "Did she do that when she fell from her horse?"

Niko nodded soberly. "She's been in a lot of pain. She's got terrible blisters on her thighs too."

Loveday nodded in sympathy, she knew about those. Most of the women were in the same sorry boat.

"Leave her here with me," she whispered to Niko. "I'll treat her wrist and plaster the blisters for the next ride."

"I'm staying until she's been treated. I'll set up her swag and carry her there so she can sleep as much as possible. She's beyond exhausted."

"You can be a good man when you want to be, brother," said Loveday approvingly.